You, Wilbur, and the rest of Lovejoy were sitting at the airport, waiting to board the plane to get to the U.S. It was your first tour, and the first time going out of your home country too. But still, you were excited.

Joe and Mark were chatting about random things, while Ash sat there on his phone. And you and Wilbur were sitting there playing rock-paper-scissors, since it was one of the small games your small teenage brain knew how to win easily.

As you won for the 4th time in a row, Wilbur finally gave up and chuckled. He was done playing for now, but would still talk to you. “Are you sure you don’t want me to hold your hand during takeoff?” Wilbur joked, looking towards the terminal before looking back at you.